506. Epigram on Mr. James Gracie (Robert Burns Poem)
GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be d-d to hell henceforth, ...
GRACIE, thou art a man of worth, O be thou Dean for ever! May he be d-d to hell henceforth, ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired, How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd; How ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
Making love in the sun, in the morning sun in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke ...
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year; There are four seasons in the mind of man: He has his ...
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